The paper appears to show the floorplan of a building, or complex of buildings - however it has been torn in half.

Interestingly, the model of the chest seems to have dozens of feet around the base.

Walking along conversing with Ilithir, Mala nods to him. "Yes, perfectly willing to disagree and move along."  As they approach the others, she allows him to speak first, then adds. "It seems we discovered the person behind placing that box to draw in the harpies."

As Thurodim arrives at Fault Gate he simple nods to Ghurr and Faera, taking a seat by the Bugbear, occasionally glancing up at Elf before shyly looking away again, nervously scratching his black beard. After a while he takes up Mr. Bleeches and feeds him with some newly acquired cheese while glancing out at sea and the ships coming and going. As the misty rain starts he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it but decides to put Mr. Bleeches away in his pocket again.

Thurodim waves back at Heran as she just passes them by, then sits there with a confused look. As Illithir and Mala joins them a moment later the Half-Orc stands up and smiles widely to his friend. He wasn't used to being apart from Mala and he felt relieved to have her there with him again. He nods at Ghurr as he mentions his new friend and the location of the harpies. "Good to know Ghurr, perhaps we will be sent to deal with them later." He says in his deep rumbling voice with another nod.

"What is that? Why are you giving it away?" Thurodim says, curiously looking at the paper and the small model of a chest that Ilithir is holding up. "And who was it that placed the box in the tower? Have they been dealt with?" He says, turning to Mala.

Ghurr looks at the model of the chest, curious about the feet.

"Ghurr can carry model if want," Ghurr says.

Chest:

Faera warmly greets Ghurr and Thurodim when they all join back together at the gate.  "More harpies to be aware of?  Well, guess its better to know about it then be surprised.  Though I am itching to get going.  I really wonder what we are going to run into at Soft's Rest.  I also wonder how we will be received.  I know they asked for help, let's hope they are happy to see us."

She also waves at Heran as she passes by and looks to the others to see if they know why?  But when Illithir and Mala join them and inform the rest on what is going on, she shrugs and gets up to leave.  "Well, shall we?"  When Mala mentions they know what happened, Faera looks to her to wait for her to elaborate on their journey.

“This was Heran’s. She gave to us when deciding the job was not worth the risk.” Ilithir said to Thurodim while handing the small chest to Ghurr. “No idea about the mini chest, put the paper seems like the floorplan of a building. Or a complex of buildings. The best I can tell is that it looks torn in half. Maybe you, Mala or Faera can say more about it. I mean, you guys have dealt with maps a whole lot more than me.” The elf said to the sailors. “And wizards turn book smarts into literal power.” He said to Faera. “Heran herself said it didn’t help her but maybe could be useful to us which makes me believe she didn’t know more than we do about it.”

As the conversation focus shifted toward the events on the tower he started to look around, trying to figure if someone was watching them. The seneschal knew how many guards where hurt. He had spies observing areas of his interest. Who could say if the gates were not some of them? The silver haired would rather not give information to that man. He shouldn’t think we are worth following. Not yet.

“The guards did it. I think they were charmed into doing that and Mala that they were simply duped into it. Either way I would prefer if we discussed the matter on a more private place. Or in the road.”

Question: Does Ilithir notices someone watching the party?

"Never seen map of house, just of sea and land." Thurodim says scratching his beard as he looks at the paper. "I already have a map that doesn't make sense, that's enough for me." He says in his deep rumbling voice, declining to take the paper. "Better be careful with that paper or the rain will soak it." 

"A guard did it? I thought we already knew that." Thurodim says, scratching his black beard again, then shrugging and turning to leave with the others, looking around to see if the cart was there too.

Ghurr: Yes, remarkably like that. No teeth or tongue though, that you can see. The chest doesn't open, it's a solid model, carved from one piece of wood.

Illithir: Please roll a perception check. 

Perception Check: 5

Joining the others, Mala gives Thurodim a slight smile. "Still have the rodent?" she notes as she sees Mr. Bleeches. "And yes," she says as she nods in agreement with Ilithir's words, "probably best to discuss things later."  

"Mr. Bleeches hasn't bothered anyone." Thurodim grumbles, his big green hand going to his pocket, trying to make sure the rain doesn't flood the pocket mouse. "We should get going then." He says with a shrug, putting on the backpack he collected at the inn and hoisting Skullcleaver over his heavily muscled shoulder, ready to leave for Soft's Rest.

Illithir you see no one watching you. You get a couple of side glances, but anyone else passing through is too preoccupied with their own business to bother with your eclectic group. 

The only person who seems interested in you at all is the driver of a cart that rumbles through the gate. "Oi! You Landgrave's lot? You fits the look, but I 'eard there was six of yer."

The cart is drawn by two horses. It would fit 8 people comfortably, though with Thurodim and Ghurr you likely will fill most of the space. Down either side are low benches, and over the top are arched the hoops to attach a canvas - presumably this is supposed to be a covered wagon. However there is no canvas, and no respite from the rain. 

"We are sent by the Commander but there will only be...five of us." Thurodim rumbles, coming over to the cart. He will be walking alondside it but offers to help Mala and Faera up to sit on the bench. He looks up at the rain, then wiping some away from his forehead with a big green hand, then letting out a deep grunt, signaling he is ready to move out, glancing back briefly at Fort Imma, realizing it is the first time he have left his home on an overland journey.

Faera thanks Thurodim as he helps her into the cart, then turns to him, "Why do you walk next to us?  There is ample room and then you'll be all rested once we get to Soft's Rest"  She looks up at the lack of cover from the rain, "True, you won't get respite from the rain though, that's disappointing."

She settles in and asks the driver, "How long will the ride take for us to get there?"  She looks up to the sky to try and gage how long it will be raining.  If anyone is looking at her, they can tell this is really bothering her.  

Nature check to see if she can tell about the weather: 21

Once they get rolling, she'll let Illithir and Mala know that the brooch they found is basically a recording device that was set by whoever had it to record that call of the harpies.

"It's about 40 miles to Soft's Rest, so a day and a half, I reckon," the man replies, scratching his stubbly chin as he thinks through the mathematics. "There's a rest stop 'long the way though, we'll get there about dusk. 'Pologies for the roof, the message from the Commander come down a bit last minute, this was all I had. Used to be a hay cart, convertin' it into a wagon ain't I! More money in it. Right, all aboard, let's get movin'."

"I'm too big, the horses would tire, also I would get restless, and I need the execise to not get fat." Thuridim, a bit shyly, tries to explain to Faera. He notices the Elf's discomfort in the rain and quickly looks around to see if he can purchase some tarp from a passing merchant as they are about to leave Fort Imma.

Perception: 11

Ghurr watches Thurodim for a moment then at the horses.

”Horses look strong. Usually carry more. You and me not extra three people. Maybe extra two.”

He then settles onto the back of the wagon, crossing his legs, trying to take up a little less room but not really succeeding.

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"I'm too big, the horses would tire, also I would get restless, and I need the execise to not get fat." Thuridim, a bit shyly, tries to explain to Faera. He notices the Elf's discomfort in the rain and quickly looks around to see if he can purchase some tarp from a passing merchant as they are about to leave Fort Imma.

Perception: 9

 Sadly there are no passing merchants of tarp, canvas, or other sheet material that you are able to see. 

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Nature check to see if she can tell about the weather: 21

 The rain cloud appears to have blown in from the sea. You expect it will only last another hour before the last of it continues inland.

Faera grins as Thurodim explains why he wants to stay out and Ghurr tells him why there is room for Thurodim.  She decides to let it be, and noticing that the rain will blow over in an hour or two, she visibly relaxes and doesn't seem to mind the rain anymore.  

She hasn't traveled this direction before, and peers out into the countryside while she waits for the rain to pass.  Then turns to Illithir and Mala after they have gone aways, "So, what all about the guard that placed this brooch?"

Perception  18